My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 215

A stranger stood behind it. Even though Ray had half his face covered, the man instantly recognized he wasn’t one of his own and opened his mouth to shout a warning.

In an instant, a bullet tore through his right eye, lodging in his brain. The kinetic energy wasn’t enough to exit the skull, but blood gushed from the socket in a furious spray.

The man stared at Ray with one terrified eye, his body tilting backward… and then he was gone. Halfway down, he vanished into the spatial portal Ray had placed beneath him.

“Rick, who’s there?” another voice called as someone approached.

He suddenly saw Ray. His casual expression instantly hardened, but he didn’t even have time to warn anyone. Another shot, and he too fell–and disappeared. He made almost no sound.

Ray strode across the foyer into the living room.

There was a sound… like whips cracking.

He glanced around. The living room was empty.

The noise… was upstairs.

He smirked. They’d taken it all the way upstairs, had they?

Silently, he crept up the stairs. As he reached the second floor, the sounds grew louder, mixed with agonized screams.

A door was ajar.

Ray activated his spatial perception. A closed door would block his senses, but a crack–a tiny slit–was enough. He could see

everything clearly.

Inside, a man lay on the floor, his limbs bound. This had to be the real homeowner, Wayne Gruger. His chin was propped up on three stacked books, forcing him to look straight ahead.

And ahead… stood another man, clearly Logan, cracking a whip across two women.

One was Wayne’s wife; the other, his daughter. Both were covered in wounds–gruesome, sickening to see.

The mother–daughter pair were both curvy. Their waists weren’t tiny, but the curves were still noticeable. Both were attractive, though the mother was more so–around a 75 in looks, the daughter maybe a 70. Still, undeniably beautiful.

Logan, seemingly tired, paused and looked at Wayne.

“You know what to say if you want your wife and daughter to suffer less,” he said.

Wayne’s face twisted in pain, but he replied, “P–please… take me instead!”

“Hahaha!” Logan laughed, stepping closer. Then, shockingly, he grabbed Wayne by the neck.

“Did you ever think this day would come when you made things difficult for me?” Logan snoored. “I swore back then, one day I’d make you pay–hard!”

“Ahhh-!” Wayne screamed like a slaughtered pig, his cries thick with indescribable humiliation.

Ray shuddered. His spatial perception cut off, but Wayne’s screams kept pouring through the hallway.

Damn, this was… horrifying to watch! He never imagined he’d witness such a scene–so grotesquely intimate and brutal.

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Now, Ray understood what Theo had said. Wayne had indeed falsely accused Logan of spying on his wife while bathing. If the roles were reversed, and Wayne were in the shower, Logan might really have done it–maybe even tossing a bar of soap into the tub.

No wonder the other men in the construction crew ran rampant in the complex, while Logan only targeted Wayne’s family. He had no interest in women otherwise.

Logan clearly didn’t want his subordinates to know his preferences. Combine that with his hatred for Wayne, and it made perfect sense why he stayed there daily, torturing this family for his own sick amusement, venting his twisted desires.

The apocalypse had brought out every kind of bizarre character.

Truly, the world had gone mad.

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